#im going the peaceful route. using my words

[fjordfolk]

at this point both of my dogs' dams have passed so now every time someone refers to me as their mother i get to look them in the eye and say "her mother is dead."

[dollgxtz]

Ok a fic where reader and sylus are at a business meeting, she “offers” herself as payment (maybe as a joke or just to rile sylus idk) and he makes sure to remind her who she belongs to? Please???

Kindred Spirits

Word Count: 5.1k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, possessiveness, ownership, spanking, hitting, slight blood mention, pet names like kitten & sweetie, creampie, rough sex, crying, slight fluff at the end :3

AN: Anon ur a literal genius. This has Sylus written all over it. Im so happy to be back posting another story for you all! Also happy to announce my masterlist is now complete and can be found in my pinned! Ty all! Enjoy and remember, my asks are open for any character, Sylus is just my husband LOL. Remember to read my pinned before requesting please! This is a bit tamer than my other stories but trust I am cooking up some deviant content as soon as I publish this one :33

“Finally…”

You nearly collapse near your front door. A whole week of your life. Gone. To what you ask? Dealing with wanderers on a special aid mission. Sure sure, the job paid well but it had been weeks since your last off day. Every time it seemed like one was around the corner here they go with some emergency call and a spill about how some rich politician needed help or something.

You were starting to get tired of cleaning up other people’s mistakes.

You fumbled with your keys, fingers numb from the biting cold. The wind whipped around you, making you shiver as you tried to fit the right key into the lock. Your breath came out in visible puffs, and you could feel the frustration building with each failed attempt. Finally, with a relieved sigh, you heard the click of the lock turning.

The still warm air is such a welcoming contrast to the wind and biting cold outside. You quickly shut your door and melt to the floor, your feet aching with relief as the pressure you had been putting on them subsided. Peace at last. Time for a hot shower an-

Your peace was cut short with the distinct tone of your phone ringing. And not just any ring tone. The one you had set specifically for a certain white haired man that only ever brought trouble. Wondering if you should even pick up, you bring the phone to your face, knowing that you were going to answer regardless.

“Sylus…I’m really tired. Can we talk lat-"

“Long time no see kitten. You should stop by for a bit, hm?”

You roll your eyes, suppressing the urge to scoff out loud. Arrogant prick, you think, irritated by his inability to let you finish a sentence without interrupting. How did he even know you were home now?

You sigh deeply, feeling the tension building, and rub your temples to alleviate the mounting frustration. No, you tell yourself firmly. You wouldn’t put up with this today. Maybe another day, but definitely not today.

"Actually, no. I just returned from a week-long aid mission. Not today," you say firmly, aiming to be clear and resolute in your decision to stay put. Sylus however, seems to sense the cracks in your resolve and only responds with a chuckle.

“I want to see you. I’ll have Luke and Kieran come get you since you’re so tired”.

“Hu-”

“See you soon. They’re en route. Ciao”

The phone clicks, signaling the end of the call. For whatever reason, your ever growing frustration simply dissipates, defeat taking its place. You should be used to this by now. Sylus always gets what he wants. And you always let him. It goes without saying that it’s the same way for you as well. At least, Sylus always gives you what you want if it doesn’t interfere with his need to lay his eyes on you at least once in awhile. He knew that you wouldn’t push this though. You both knew.

Deep down, you wanted to see him too.

You asked Luke and Kieran to wait outside for a bit while you took a brisk shower and freshened up. Those two had always been very patient and understanding. You felt bad “bossing” them around, and yet they always insisted that you could. Though Luke had admitted on one occasion that he never expected to be helping a girl find hair ties or carrying shopping bags while working for Onychinus.

The statement had made you laugh a bit. You finally finish dressing in some plain sweats and rush to the car. Luke and Kieran are waiting outside of a dark colored jeep. Not too flashy as to not draw attention, but it was still clearly very expensive.

“Actually miss, Boss wanted you to wear these” Luke says, holding out an expensive looking dress. Clearly designed by hand and tailored to your measurements. Kieran follows his lead, holding out a box containing a pair of earrings and a lavish looking necklace.

“Huh? What’s this for? A date?”

“Business. That’s all he said” Kieran chimed in. Although you couldn’t see their faces, you knew they had no reason to lie to you about this.

“Ah. Dragging me into more trouble. Got it”.

When the three of you finally arrived to the location, the sun had already set for the day. You darted your eyes back and forth, squinting above at the bright neon sign of the establishment.

“We’re not going to the N109 Zone? This is a nightclub…” you mutter, taken aback by the unfamiliar surroundings. When did this even get here? There were plenty of clubs in Linkon of course, but you never seemed to notice this one. Not that you knew much about the night life to begin with. People were lined up at the entrance, chatting, fixing makeup, or texting.

“Boss wants you here. He’s waiting inside. Enjoy your time miss” Luke said, amusement written all over his tone. He gets out of the passenger seat to open the door and lend you a hand. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to appear shaken up by the situation. Sylus was always full of surprises. This was no different, act confident.

At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself. After getting almost immediate entrance into the club with just a simple nod from the guard, you enter. As you walk inside the club, Luke and Kieran not far behind you, you can tell this was no ordinary night club. Everyone here was dressed lavishly and sharp, clearly possessing power and ulterior motives. A few eyes lay on you as you walk in, and you feel your hands start to sweat.

Keep cool. This isn’t the first time you’ve been around high ranking individuals. This is probably some test he set up…right? Or some kind of joke to get a laugh?

Clenching your fists, your eyes dart and search for a tall figure with white hair, feeling more nervous by the second that you don’t see him. You’re about to turn around and ask one of the twins, but at last your gaze settles on him, sipping on a glass of Gin Fizz. He’s sitting in a velvety booth by himself, people watching. He’s wearing his black button up with red streaks across it, coat hanging on his shoulders per usual. As if he felt you staring, his eyes shift to meet yours. He sets down his glass, giving you you a small smirk. His eyes narrow, sending a very clear message.

Come here.

As if you were suddenly possessed, your feet seem to start moving on their own. You weren’t sure if you were relieved to see him or if it was just the relief of seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar place. You take a few deep breaths as you approach, readying your witful replies to any of his attempts to make fun of you. Without making any sound or looking at him, you quietly slide in next to him.

“You look nice. Seems I was right about this look on you” Sylus says, taking another sip of his drink. His eyes wander up and down behind the glass, seemingly devouring you. You squirm under his gaze.

“Hm. Thanks. This gift is the least you can do after dragging me to do whatever you want on a whim once again” you scoff, eyeing the full glass that sits on the table. It’s another glass of Gin Fizz, probably for Sylus. There’s three other very empty glasses on the table.

This man can definitely hold his alcohol.

He chuckles, taking a finger and pushing the glass of Gin closer to you.

“Don’t be like that sweetie. Loosen up a bit, you’ll need it”

“For what exactly? Business?” you mock, picking up the Gin. You didn’t exactly like the taste of this particular alcohol of choice but Sylus was right about one thing. Some liquid courage was definitely needed for whatever shenanigans he was dragging you into tonight.

“Yeah. Figured I could use Linkon’s darling Miss Hunter as backup” Sylus chuckles, watching you nearly choke as you take three big gulps of the drink. You squeeze your eyes in disgust as you finish the rest of the glass, shooting a death glare in his direction as you set it down.

“You’re perfectly capable. Don’t mock me Sylus”. You grit your teeth in irritation, almost ready to rip him to shreds with your words. Clearly your tone has no effect on him though, as all you get in return is a soft smile. Sylus places a hand on your upper leg, slowing sliding his fingers under your dress. You gasp, the coldness of his fingers making you twitch a bit. The warmness of your skin mixed with his cold touch makes the sensation feel like icy fire.

“Or what? You’ll use this on me?” he smirks, tugging on the concealed gun strapped under your dress. “I’m all for it honestly”

You slap his hand away, the woozy feeling from the Gin Fizz starting to kick in. What was in this drink? It was strong. Too strong.

“Pervert. Always touching me, making fun of me. Maybe I will shoot you. Again.” you growl, turning your head away from him. You attempt to scoot away as well, but are met with a strong grip around your waist as you’re pulled into closer proximity with him. Sylus grabs your chin and lifts it towards his face. He leans down a bit, the smell of alcohol and his bourbon vanilla cologne making you feel even more dizzy.

“You can put your claws away now kitten. Don’t make me have to melt your little tantrum away” he coos, gently caressing your face with his thumb.

You stare at him, dumbfounded, desperately searching your sluggish brain for a comeback but finding yourself too flustered to form any words. The look in Sylus’s eyes shifts from a smug expression to a much softer, almost tender gaze, and you wonder what his next move will be. Your face starts to burn as you feel heat rising in your core, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic sets in as you consider the possibilities, your mind racing with the fear of what might come next.

Don’t tell me he’s going to…?!

"You're so...confusing" you mutter.

You’re just about to try and squirm from his grip, when Luke and Kieran tap on the table, catching yalls attention.

“Boss man, Val says he’s ready for ya” Luke says, nonchalantly ignoring the scene that’s displayed in front of him. Sylus releases your face, his face going serious again. He gets up, reaching out a hand to help you out of the booth.

“Time for business, sweetie”

You’re guided by the twins and Sylus past the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to a somewhat hidden room located downstairs. The area the stairs led to was blocked off by a singular rope, clearly only meant for a select crowd.

In the room there’s a long black table, cards and chips all over it. There’s a few prominent figures already seated, along with a few bodyguards standing near the door. Sylus pulls a seat out for you, before taking his own. You study the figure that’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit. He’s short, a bit chubby, dark hair, smoking a cigar. A scar sits angrily on his forehead and you wonder what kinda grudges led to such an injury. He notices you looking at him, and gives you a devilish grin. Some of his teeth are crooked or missing.

All that money and he can't fix his smile?

You shudder. Sylus looks over at you, and back to the man at the head of the table. He’s reading you, clearly sensing your nervousness. He says nothing, simply reaching a hand over to rest on your thigh.

“Was starting to think you were going to keep me waiting Sylus. Seems you didn’t run after all” he laughs, wheezing a bit as he takes another puff of his cigar. You wrinkle your nose a bit as the potent smell hits your senses.

“I couldn’t turn down a game of cards with my dear old friend” Sylus says, irritation coating the last word. “Let’s keep things civil this time, hm Valentino?”

Valentino bursts into laughter, clearly amused. Despite his laughter, you couldn’t ignore the murderous tension in the air. Something tells you this isn’t any regular game of cards. You gulp, trying to force yourself to look at everyone at the table and smile.

“Well hello little lady. Sylus, you didn’t tell me you kept such gorgeous company…” Val says, his eyes snaking all over your body. You feel Sylus squeeze your thigh, clearly irritated. He pulls out a coin from his coat pocket, seemingly trying to channel his frustrations into something else.

“You know I’m not really the type to share, Val. She’s all mine. Down to every single strand of hair”. Sylus ends, catching the coin and shooting a glare in the man’s direction. It was plain, but conveyed a message very well.

You feel your palms start to sweat. Was he being serious right now?? You side eye him, trying to piece out whether or not this was some kind of facade you’re supposed to play into. Valentino clearly takes Sylus’s words as a challenge.

“I’ll give you twenty million for her. Maybe fifty million if you make her give us a little strip show. What do ya say? She looks so soft. Probably makes cute noises too…~” he chuckles, likely enjoying the look of surprise that washes across your face.

Sylus remains quiet, his face unmoving, frozen in a pissed glare. You don’t know if it was the alcohol you drank earlier, or if it was some inkling of an attempt to dissipate the tension, but you clear your throat and begin to speak.

“Well Sylus? You can share can’t you? It’s quite the generous offer Mr. Valentino. I’m quite flattered actually.” you express, putting on your best smug look. Sylus stiffens, a somewhat shocked expression washing over him. Valentino erupts into yet another fit of laughter, seemingly unable to contain himself. Turning to look back at Sylus, you see it in his face briefly. An uncaged look of rage before it quickly dissipates.

Shit. Shouldn’t have said that.

Far too late to stop now though.

“You heard the lady Sylus. Why don’t you try sharing just this once? What I would give to taste that sweet little body of he-”

Sylus slams a revolver on the table, then calmly starts picking up cards from the deck.

"I'd suggest you stop talking and start playing the game, Mr. Valentino," Sylus snarls, his words dripping with venom. The fury in his voice is palpable, and it's clear he's reached the end of his patience.

You give Val a sly look, feigning pity. “Ah, sorry Valentino. Seems this one can’t quite let me go yet”. You don’t know what you were trying to achieve, but it’s certainly not working to dissipate any tension. Val doesn’t respond to you though, all his focus on Sylus now.

“My dear friend. You should know me by now. There’s something I’m much more interested in now than some money. Now I want the girl, or nothing”.

Valentino wears a shit eating grin on his face, soaking in the fact that he thinks he’s gained some control of the situation, unaffected by the gun on the table. Sylus simply sighs, rubbing his fingers against the temple of his forehead.

“I see where this is going then”.

You barely process what’s happening before everything and everyone starts moving. As soon as Sylus begins to stand, Valentinos guards start shooting. Sylus wastes no time flipping the large table, sending the cards and game chips flying everywhere. You yelp as he yanks you towards him using his body and the table to shield the oncoming attack of bullets. You hear Luke and Kieran joining in the frenzy, yelling obscenities as they begin shooting their own hidden weapons.

You swiftly reach for the weapon concealed beneath your dress, your fingers brushing against the cool metal as you draw it out. Turning to face Sylus, you ready yourself for his instructions, your body tense with anticipation. Instead of giving you orders, he locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing through you with an intensity that feels like it's reaching into your very soul. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken tension as bullets whip past the both of you, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in response.

“I need you alive for what’s coming sweetie. Pay attention, stay close”

You blink. Twice. Unable to process his words before he yanks you both up, one hand using his evol to send the table crashing into several bodyguards. The four of you fight your way through the onslaught of people coming into the door, before eventually dashing up the stairs. People are running in all directions, seemingly caught up in the chaos of everything. You all manage to make it out the door and into the brisk cold air, the twins quickly hopping into the car to whisk you away.

“Go on, I’ll catch up soon” Sylus states, hurriedly pushing you into the car and slamming the door before you could protest. He signals Kieran to drive off, and that he does.

“He’s…going to level the building. Isn’t he?” you sigh, sighing at the fact that Sylus seemed to conveniently forget that this was in fact not the lawless land of the N109 Zone. No doubt the Hunter’s Association would have to investigate for potential wanderer activity, and that would be a lot of paperwork.

"It's fine. He owned that place anyway. He'll just build another," Luke says, his voice calm and unbothered. Just as the words leave his mouth, a deafening boom erupts behind the car, shaking the ground beneath yall. The explosion's shockwave rattles the windows, and the sky lights up with a fiery glow, cutting off Luke's next sentence mid-breath.

You groan.

The twins did drive you to the N109 this time, swiftly helping you out the car and into Sylus’s private villa. When you entered the front door, a nightgown and lacy underwear were laid neatly out for you in his room, your arrival clearly anticipated.

It wasn’t more than an hour before Sylus waltzed in the front door, eyeing your slouching figure on the couch. You sit up as soon as you see him, still somewhat annoyed.

“What took you so damn long? Also do you have to level every building you come across?” you spat, glaring at him. He says nothing though, walking straight past you and into his room.

“Huh? Sylus?? What the hell…”

Not liking the feeling of being ignored, you hurriedly chased after him. You had never really been uncomfortable barging into his room. You had done it plenty of times at this point, the first time being when he had challenged you to steal the brooch from him. No point in being shy now. He’s fumbling with something in his drawer when you reach up to tap his shoulder.

“Sylus! Don’t ignore me, I know you ca-”

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist before you can touch him. His gaze is unreadable, cold even. You start to sweat, trying to take your arm back. But he only squeezes tighter.

"I was hoping you'd leave me be so I could calm down. But of course you're as petulant as ever" he says.

"Let go! What's wrong with you!?" You attempt to remove his hand from your wrist but he doesn't budge.

“Go to the bed. Place your hands on it” he says, face unchanging.

“Huh??”

“I don’t like to repeat myself”.

You freeze for only a moment before quickly moving to the bed. You meticulously put your hands where instructed, something deep in your core telling you that it’s likely best to listen for now. However, you can’t help to look over your should to quip at Sylus. You’re slightly bent at an angle, trying your best to keep your balance.

“What’s this about? I’m not that upset that you reduced the building to rubble”

Sylus snakes his way behind you, quietly, as if thinking of what to say. He reaches out a hand, grabbing the ends of your nightgown and moving the soft fabric around in his fingers. You feel the heat rise to your face, the skin of your ass feeling a slight gush of cold air.

“You like playing games with me, don’t you? Testing me” he says coldly, fingers trailing up the back of your legs slowly. You shiver, attempting to squirm away. His evol appears around you, its tight grip making you cry out.

Oh. This was about that.

“Huh?? No, I was just playing along. Just friendly banter yknow?” you say, voice wavering. You’ve clearly pissed him off. A part of you knows it’s a slight lie. You didn’t want to admit it out loud but it was kind of amusing to see Sylus get so riled up over something. Over you especially. But you hadn’t exactly done it fully on purpose. It was the alcohol.

But you knew he wasn’t buying it, as observant as he was.

“Sure. You were just pretending to act like a stray kitten trying to find a new owner?” he smirks, his fingers beginning to trace circles over the cloth of your panties. You let out a small whine, his touch just barely grazing your already wet cunt.

“Owner? I don’t belong to you. Or anyone” you scoff, the resolve in your voice wavering with every little circle he completes on your skin. You almost whine in disappointment when he pulls away.

“And yet…” Sylus trails off, leaving you with aching curiosity before you’re met with stinging pain on your ass. You cry out, unable to move with his evol still snaked around you. “You did exactly what I told you to do just now, wear the clothes I leave out for you, and practically melt everytime I even barely touch you”.

“Sylus?! What the hell was that…?!” you exclaim, trying your hardest to process his words and the situation at hand. He doesn’t respond, proceeding to gently caress the spot where he smacked you. The stinging pain gently eases away, and you feel yourself relaxing with his touch once again. He once again trails his fingers down to your clothed pussy, rubbing slow and meticulous circles around it. You start to whine, attempting to push yourself into his fingers for more friction. He pulls his hand away, making a disapproving sigh.

“Acting like you’re in heat per usual” he chuckles, watching as you wiggle around under the grip of his evol. “This is a punishment”.

“For what? Cause I let some sick and ugly looking crime boss think he had a chance with me?”

Sylus wastes no time bringing his hand to your ass again, earning another painful whine out of you. You feel tears forming in your eyes that you can’t wipe away. He’s certainly not holding back his strength, and yet you know this isn’t even a third of the force he could use on you.

“For entertaining him” he says plainly.

Another smack.

“Another for stupidly handing over your life, body and soul for a measly twenty million”

An even harder hit, this one fueled by rage.

“And lastly…”

You nearly choke as he delivers the final blow, your ass definitely bruising by now. Sylus offers no comfort this time, instead leaning down next to your crying face, breath hot against your ear.

“For forgetting that you belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. Kindred spirits remember?”

You have no chance to respond before he’s flipping you on your back, your nightgown flying up to reveal your wet panties.

“I-im sorry, Sy” you choke, tears blurring your vision.

“Show me then, sweetie. Spread your legs. Wide” he instructs, reaching up to brush your tears away. This isn’t done lovingly, more like calculated and cold.

This is far from over.

You silently but shakingly open your legs, your ass still painfully aching from his assault. You’re surprised when he doesn’t rip your underwear in two, choosing to rather peel them off your legs slowly. You notice the hunger in his eyes as he does so, as if savoring the view of your cunt at his fingertips. A small drop of arousal pools down your ass, and Sylus scoops it up with one finger.

You watch as he puts his finger in his mouth, savoring the drop of you with swiftness. His piercing gaze never leaves yours though, and you want to suddenly run away and hide. This is beyond thrilling, but you try your best to remain as still as possible, scared that he’ll think you’re enjoying it too much and punish you accordingly.

You suddenly can’t take the tension anymore, and close your eyes. You hear the sound of Sylus removing his belt from its loops, then the loud clang as it hits the floor. You feel the bed shift as he lowers himself over you, his face stopping just inches over yours, indicated by the sudden feel and warmth of his breath. He grabs your face in his hand and squeezes your jaw. Hard.

“Look at me kitten” he commands, his tone filled with unkempt rage and anger. Your eyes fly open, terrified.

“I’m the only one that will ever taste you. Repeat it” he says. Before you can get a word out, he’s pushing the fat tip of his cock in your entrance. You cry out in agony, nowhere near ready to have been penetrated. But he doesn’t stop filling you.

“Repeat it. Or I’ll hit you again. Do you want that?”

“You’re t-the…ah!” you whine, his cock halfway inside you at this point. Your poor cunt feels like it’s being impaled, splitting pain soaring through your core.

“Try again”

You let out a whimper, trying your best to push through the pain and put thoughts into words.

“You’re the oh-only one that gets to taste me” you choke out, voice wavering and your eyes teary. Sylus gives a hard thrust, pushing the rest of his length inside you. You cry out again, feeling like you’re on the verge of passing out. Sylus seems unmoved by your outbursts though.

“And?”

You stare at him, barely able to see his face through the tears. What? What does he mean and? He didn’t say anything else did he?

“Hu-what?”

You hear him sigh with disapproval, giving you yet another hard thrust. And another. And another. You’re clinging onto his back now, nails digging into his skin as the sound of the bed creaking and your pants fill the room. Blood has probably been drawn on his back, not that he’d even notice. You can hear him grunting in your ear, clearly enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him when you tense from the pain. Although it still hurts, you can feel yourself accumulating to the shape and size of his length, and the pain lessons a bit more with each thrust. He stops once again, tilting your face in his grip.

“What did I say you forgot? Or is this kitten filled with too much cock to think straight now?” he mocks. You can hear the smile on his face despite not being able to see him clearly. Heat creeps up on your cheeks as you wrack your brain for answers.

“I-you…we’re kindred spirits?”

“Before that sweetie”

You blink the tears on your face away, your vision becoming a bit more clear. Although he’s still gazing down at you, his expression is not as angry as before. Seems he’s gotten a bit of his pent up anger out now.

“I belong to you, Sylus” you say, voice small and whiny from crying. That’s definitely what he wanted to hear, as he began to pepper kisses on your neck, on your cheek, and eventually resting on your lips. You greedily return his affection, leaning into this feverish kiss, the both of you only periodically stopping to pant for air between kisses. He stops, resting his forehead with yours, gazing into your eyes once more.

“And I belong to you. What’s mine is yours. All of it”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he’s thrusting again, this time with a continuous and steady pace. You cling onto him, the exchange of flowery words and rigorous thrusting already bringing you on the verge of ecstasy. Sylus already noticed long before you did though, as he brought his hand between the two of you, circling your clit further your stimulation.

“Go ahead, come undone for me” he whispers, voice strained for nearly being at his end too. Your body obeys, unraveling and writhing with pleasure as Sylus continues to pound into you. You ride your orgasm to its end, till the touching of your clit becomes too much and you whine from overstimulation.

“Sylus…!” you moan, and he stops, already at the start of his own climax. You shudder as you feel him spill into you, his seed immediately beginning to pool down your cunt and to your ass. He pulls his heavy cock out of you, a feeling of emptiness taking its place. For a moment nothing is said, just the sound of the both of you catching your breath.

You decide to break the silence.

“Sylus…I’m really sorry” you start, looking up at him. He simply chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up to grab a rag from the bathroom.

“You’ve taken your punishment quite well, why are you apologizing again sweetie?” he says from the bathroom, coming back to wipe you clean. You scoff, slightly tensing from the coldness of the cloth.

“Hmph. Fine, I take it back then. I’m holding a grudge anyways for how hard you hit me”

He simply sighs as he finishes wiping you up. “Back with the infamous wit already? Can’t a man catch a break?”

You sit up, feeling emboldened once more.

“Nope. Maybe don’t hit me with the strength of a thousand suns next time and we’ll see”

Sylus tosses the rag in a laundry basket, making his way back to your side. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you in his warmth. You can’t help but smile against his chest.

“Well, good thing I have all night to make it up to you”

You lightly pinch his side, giggling into his embrace. A question crosses your mind.

"Did you mean it Sylus? We belong to each other?"

Sylus took your face in his hand, giving you a slight smile.

"I don't say stuff I don't mean. You know this"

That's the furthest he was willing to explain it. At least for now. Who knows what kind of power trip would ensue if you truly knew how much you had the big bad leader of Onychinus wrapped around your finger.

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Am I the asshole for refusing to take my girlfriends map route?

My girlfriend loves to take me on a different of adventures throughout the world, her main favorites were taking simple walks that would eventually end up at the other side of the city. She drags me along with her always even if i had told her multiple times that it's too early to go for a walk. My girl, sets her alarm at 3am and wakes me up to go outside and walk with her.

About a week ago, she broke the news to ME, that she booked us a hiking trip. Me being myself, i usually laze around the house and get some sleep, so hiking isn't definitely my thing. But either way she bought us 2 hiking tickets up a snowy mountain.

When we had 4 days prior before setting out for hiking, she immediately drew a map from the place we were going. I admit that she is definitely good at drawing maps, but i studied them and absolutely got confused. I gave up on doing so.

We arrived to our destination and she immediately grabbed her map out of the bag, she tried pulling me to the right side of the mountain but there was a map hanging by the wall of the cabin shop saying that the left side is where the mountain hiking is located. I talked to her about it and she told me that the map they made is probably fake.

We got into a small argument and i parted ways with her towards the left side and i fot lost, I was reported as missing and a group of search party was launched to get me back, Now I'm back with my girlfriend's hold and she's mad at me for not taking her word. We talked to the cabin shop for the map route and found out that there was no such thing as a cabin back on the mountain.

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Chef_Sanji: yta, obvi your gf deserves someone better. ➣Swrdsmn.Zoro replied: I wasn't asking you ➣Chef_Sanji replied: Obviously you were, you posted this so you're asking everyone. (COMMENT WARNING)

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r/meat Straw_Luffy ⬆︎ 12.7k ⬇︎ 103

My girlfriend cooked me this today :D !

I'm absolutely thinking that she's better than @chef_sanji! Her cooking is so yummy i could eat all of this in just one bite🤤 THANK YOU SO MUCH @Your.Name !!

Comments:

Chef_Sanjii: IT LOOKS SO GOOD, GIVE ME SOME TOO YN-CHAN❤️❤️ ➣Straw_Luffy replied: No way it's mine! ➣Chef_Sanjii replied: I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU ➣Your.Name replied to Chef_Sanjii: I will when we meet again! :D (Liked by Chef_Sanjii)

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r/wifey ItsmeShanks ⬆︎ 47k ⬇︎ 1.7k

—Attach photo of you

All night, all day, with clothes, naked, doggy style, missionary, full nelson, in public, in private, in bed, on the sofa, with toys, vanilla, piv, anal, boob job, hand job, fingering, masturbation, in the ship, on the floor, top to bottom, on sea, on land, on my face, on your tits, helicopter style, pegging, on camera, in front of everyone, in an alleyway, in the shower, standing up, sitting, laying down, bent over, no stopping, finishing inside, finishing outside.

@Your.Name

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Your.Name: WHAT THE FUCK SHANKS (Liked by ItsmeShanks)

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r/girlfriends Com.Acee ⬆︎ 113k ⬇︎ 12.3k

My girlfriend is so beautiful, she absolutely deserves the world.

Literally shes the best, I don't know what i even did to desrve her presence besides me, but im sos so thankful for it. Everyday i wake up next to her it feels like im blessed eith yet another peaceful and loving day knowing that everything is complete with her by my side.

She smells so good that it stays on my sense of smell, the way her fragrance litter her room and immediately smells like her once i enter is so peaceful and sweet. I absolutely love her perfume, i bought one of them to keep on my room and i spray tiny bits of it on me whenever she's not with me now.

I seldom carry her little gifts in my small bag whenever im away from her to remind me of her presence, her perfume never leave my hands. My shelves are filled to the brim with her godly scented perfumes, her perfume is wuite expensive yet it doesn't matter. Her little girts are kept in a glass covered shelf to ensure protection and will never be broken.

I love gifting her her favorite items and seeing the cutest smiles on her face, i really really wish to spend my eternity with her forever. @Your.Name i love you so much😭😭

Comments:

Your.Name: THIS IS SO CUTE AHHH ➣Com.Acee replied: ILYYYY❤️❤️ (Liked by Your.Name)

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r/Girlfriends MetalPipeLover_Sabo ⬆︎ 46.1k ⬇︎ 429

I need advice on where to take my girl on a date! D:

Any recommendations for places that's suitable for a date? I'm planning to propose to my dear girlfriend, we've been together for a solid 6 years and a half. We've talked about getting married and i think today is the day i propose to her. I can't think of any place thats perfect enough to do so.

Anything that would have a good view or maybe a little cute cat cafe beside it would be fine, I'm thinking of a little elegant theme..or maybe a little cute one? I really cant decide, i contacted my brothera but they couldn't take a single thing serious. Please actually take me seriously😭

My girl isn't that picky, but i myself think that what ever crosses my mind is simply not enough and that she deserves much better than what im thinking of, but of course i still need to atleast make the proposal romantic right?? 😭😭 Please give me recommendations, im absolutely desperate...

Comments:

Com.Acee: The grand canyon idk🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ ➣MetalPipeLover_Sabo replied: ACE GET OFF MY COMMENT SECTION😞😞😞 Straw_Luffy: Take her where there's meat! :D ➣MetalPipeLover_Sabo replied: No that's not good enough. Unknown: A flower field maybe lol? (Liked by MetalPipeLover_Sabo)

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[catoslvt]

Minho (TMR) x Reader

right before he gets caught by WCKD.

I sit on the small ledge to the mountain, if you could even call it that.. it's more like a pathetic desert ledge with Frypan, Minho and Newt with me, Teresa is higher than us on the rocks, staring out at the horizon, Aris is catching up with the girls from his maze and Thomas is in Brenda's tent hopefully getting her the cure, it's peaceful up here watching the right arm busy away with their own tasks.

"Don't you guys miss the Glade ?" Frypan asks, and Minho, Newt, and i turn to look at him, each of us thinking the same thing but not wanting to admit it.

"i guess I do in some ways. We were safe in the glade until the last few days.. and we still had Chuck." I admit, and the three boys just nod.

"At least we've still got each other, though, right?" Frypan asks with a grin, and Newt just laughs.

"good that." Newt agrees, and with that, i just nod, and with that, Thomas approaches us, sitting beside newt and rubbing his hands together with a sigh.

"i wish alby could've seen all this." Newt then admits, carrying our conversation on from earlier and I just look at him, a sad expression sketched on my face.

"and winston." Frypan mentions in a quick tribute to the friend we lost only days ago.

"and chuck." Thomas and i both say in usion with a sad sigh.

"he'd be proud of you guys, though." Newt tells us, looking between the two of us and with that a comfortable silence falls over the group, before Frypans gaze falls on Aris sitting somewhere below us.

"hey Aris!" Frypan yells, and aris raises his hand, yelling back a small 'hey guys!' which causes all of us to fondly laugh.

"I kinda like that kid." Frypan says, pointing his thumb close to the direction of Aris.

"yeah.. I still don't trust him though." minho says with a glare, before looking over the group and chuckling, causing me to gently elbow his ribs.

"cut it out." I whisper, and Minho continues to chuckle, before Thomas looks around.

"hey.. wheres Teresa?" Thomas asks and i quietly let out a small groan that only Minho hears, earning yet another chuckle.

"she went up there." Newt says, pointing over to Teresa on the other mountainish hill beside the one we are all currently on, and with that, Thomas vanishes on his route to go talk to her.

"Not even a goodbye." I laugh, rolling my eyes slightly and Frypan raises an eyebrow as he looks at me.

"oh come on? are you guys seriously gonna tell me you fully trust her?" I scoff, looking between the three boys and both Newt and Frypan just shrug, whereas minho looks at me contently.

"she would so sell us back to WCKD, like.. it's so obvious. even after everything that happened, she keeps saying that 'WCKD is good' or what happened will benefit us in the long run." I begin to ramble, and Newt just shrugs again.

"Thomas used to work for WCKD too. If you hate Teresa for that reason, then you also need to hate Thomas." he points out, and i shake my head rapidly.

"Thomas knows WCKD is bad. He admits it a fair amount every day, Teresa shuts down every conversation we have that slanders WCKD in the slightest." I argue, and everyone falls silent, apart from Minho.

"she has a point, yknow." he speaks up, and Newt shrugs for a third time.

"Well, we're safe now anyway, aren't we? WCKDS behind us." Newt says, slapping his hands on his thighs as he slowly stands up.

"im gonna go get a drink, Fry you wanna come?" he asks, and Frypan nods, standing up and walking over to the area where we climbed up this hill/mountain.

"Be right back." Newt says, and with that, they're out of eyesight.

"i believe you, yknow." Minho says, bumping my shoulder gently with his, and i laugh as I turn to look at him.

"You'd believe me if I told you that you were turning green." I scoff, and he just smiles proudly.

"What can I say? I believe your every word.. that's not a bad thing." he smugly says, and i begin to smile too.

"i don't think that's healthy." I tell him, and he just laughs with a small shrug.

"Well, it's more healthy than becoming a crank, isn't it?" he teases, and i gasp, my jaw dropping slightly before i slowly start laughing.

"Good that." I agree, both of us just falling into a comfortable sort of silence as I slowly pull myself closer to him, our shoulders now touching as the sun begins to set.

"When we get to the real safe haven.. what do you think you'll do?" minho asks, and a wave of deja vu washes over me at the amount of times we spoke about this topic when we ran the maze together.

"i don't really know anymore, when we were back in the glade I had such high expectations of what life would be like outside of it and let's just say none of them were met, like my top priority used to be to start a family." I laugh, and he looks down at me.

"That's not a bad thing, you do know that, right?" He asks, and i shrug as I look up at him.

"That was when I thought the world actually had decent civilisation." I state, and he just laughs.

"And am I not decent civilisation enough for you?" he asks, curiously raising his eyebrow.

"Well...." I coo, and he just scoffs, shoving my elbow with his own, before clearing his throat.

"When we make it to the safe haven.. would you ever maybe want to marry m-" minho begins, but is quickly cut off by the sounds of incoming helicopters, and we are both immediately on our feet.

"wckd." is all I can say, snapping my head to look over at Teresa, who's still staring over the horizon unfazed and unmoving.. I knew she had something to do with this.

within seconds of the helicopters approaching, they're shooting fire bombs at us and Minho and I are sprinting down the hillside, bumping straight into Frypan and Newt who were just on their way back up before the first few bombs hit and we instantly usher them down into the mess of fire and WCKD guards.

"what the fuck is happening!?" Newt yells.

"wckd!" I exclaim as we all duck down behind some barrels.

"Where's Thomas!" frypan yells and nobody says anything, before minho stands up and runs over to Vance and Harriet yelling their names, meaning the three of us have to follow him, running but crouched incase we get shot at.

the minute we reach their car, Harriet yells that we need to cover her and Vance and i look around the place, its completely swarming with WCKD soldiers, and the fire only seems to be growing.

"Hey! do you know how to use this thing?" vance yells over the commotion to minho asks he passes down some sort of gun, which Minho gladly takes.

"Cover me! this fifty is our only chance!" Vance says, his voice still high over the commotion and minho nods, quickly ducking down around the other side of the car leaving me in shock, the realisation of our conversation on the hill only moments ago hitting me.

the boy I've been in love with since my first day in the glade has asked me to marry him, and now he's at risk of being shot.

God why do i have such bad fucking luck?

within seconds of Minho going to the other side of the car, frypan, Newt and i have also been given guns that aren't quite as large as the one Minho has and we are shooting at every WCKD solider that gets in a shooting distance from us, most of the time we hit our targets but my mind is on Minho, not the guards, but we are quickly getting surrounded, we can't take all the guards with limited ammo.

"vince, hurry up. There's too many of them!" Newt yells, and I try to press the trigger on the gun again, but no bullet comes out.

"im out!" Fry and i yell in usion, both of us now being left completely defenceless against WCKD guards and their electric guns.

"bomb!" Newt yells as a guard tosses a blue flashing thing over to us which lands in the car beside me and in mere seconds it explodes, blue sparks of electricity flying out the vehicle and hitting all of us in the close vicinity, pain flies up and down my body as the wind is knocked out of me as the sparks fill every area in my body imaginable, before I drop to my knees knocked out.

when I wake up, im on my knees, hands behind my back, but not tied, however, in a line in front of a hovercraft, my head leaning against Minhos shoulder.

"what the fuck?" I ask, quickly looking around as though I had briefly forgotten where I was for a minute.

"wckd got us." minho whispers to me, and I snap my head to him with pure panic and fear in my eyes.

"i can't go back there." I whisper, and he shakes his head.

"we won't go back there. We always find a way to escape, remember? this time isn't different." he comfortingly whispers, and i slowly nod, trying to tell myself his words are true. However, I'm finding it hard at this exact moment of time.

"Where's Thomas?" Janson yells, snapping me out my thoughts, and my eyes dart up to the man. If I could explode someone's head with a glare, his brains would've been everywhere.

"Right here." Thomas weakly says, approaching from behind us with his arms raised and he's instantly surrounded by the guards, before being grabbed and pushed straight into janson who quickly punches him, before he's shoved in the line beside me, almost toppling onto me.

"we are so totally fucked." I mumble under my breath.

"why didn't you run?" minho asks Thomas, who just shakes his head.

"im tired of running." he pants, and minho slowly turns his head to look at him, a pure face of disgust and disappointment sketched onto his face.

Thomas, who was so demanding of becoming a runner back in the maze, was now tired of running. God, some people pick the worst times to go soft.

the hovercraft in front of us slowly opens, and Ava Paige walks out with guards surrounding her, and i just watch intently, clearly extremely nervous for what is gonna unfold.

usually, I have no doubts that us from the glade are gonna get away from these WCKD scum bags, but this time, I'm feeling as though the odds aren't in our favour.

"is this all of them?" ava asks janson.

"most of them." janson answers, looking around the large group of us.

"it'll be enough." he then adds, a small shrug at the end of his sentence.

"Start loading them in." ava commands

.

"yes ma'am." I hear janson say, quickly scurrying away from ava.

"Okay, you heard, let's go! get em on!" janson yells to the guards, and people from the lines are quickly picked up and carried towards the hovercraft, and my breath hitches in my throat.

Thomas is quickly picked from beside me, a guard pressing a gun firm against the small of his back to remind him to not try anything.

"Hello Thomas." ava greets, her face remaining expressionless, before Teresa walks over and i start to stand up, but a gun is pointed directly in between my eyes and minho quickly grabs my arms and forces me to stand up normally, Frypan and Newt quickly copying us.

"Teresa? wait, what's going on?" Frypan asks.

"she's with them." Thomas says, a sad tone in his voice, and i just laugh.

"i knew it! I fucking told you guys but nobody beli-" I begin to rant but the gun is pointed back at my head and I purse my lips back together.

"Since when?" minho asks to try to get the gunmans attention off of me.

"Oh, Teresa's always had an evolved appreciation of the greater good." janson says, walking out from behind Teresa.

"Once we restored her memories, it was only a matter of time." he continues, gently placing a hand on the top of her arm, and i swear I was so close to grabbing the gun from the gunman and shooting that bastard but I kept my calm, also because there was a nice shiny silver bullet about to get pierced between my eyes.

"im sorry. I had no choice. this is the only way. we have to find a cure." teresa tells us, and i groan.

"she's right. this is all just a means to an end. you used to understand that thomas. no matter what you think of me. i am not a monster. im a doctor. i swore an oath to find a cure! no matter the cost." ava yells, almost trying to win her over with her words, which really doesn't work.

"i just need more time." ava pleads.

"More blood." Mary calls, stepping forward despite the fact guns are now pointed at her head, including the gun that was previously pointed at mine, and I find my hand slowly making its way into Minhos.

"Hello Mary. i hoped we'd meet again. im sorry it had to be under these circumstances," ava says. Although it's evident in her words, she's nowhere near sorry

"im sorry about a lot of things, too. but not this. at least my conscience is clear." mary confidently says, her head held high, and I can't help but smile proudly at the lady I only met today.

"So is mine." ava says smugly, which pisses me off so much.

and with that a gunshot blasts through the air and minho quickly pulls me back, but my eyes remain on Mary who has just been shot, a fatal shot by the looks of things and I have to look away as Vance runs to her side, my eyes now landing on Janson who is holding the gun and I don't even have a moment to let out some form of reaction because everyone is getting grabbed and horded towards the hovercraft again, or something i thought.

just as Thomas is grabbed by a guard he elbows them and reaches into his pockets, revealing two bombs and minho again drags me further away, trying to get as far away as an injury risk as possible.

"Thomas please stop, I made a deal with them. they promised. they promised we'd be safe.. all of us." Teresa says and i just want to scream.

"and im supposed to trust you now?" Thomas asks and i just nod my head.

"yeah Thomas!" I yell but minho slaps a hand over my mouth.

"Keep talking, and a guard is gonna shoot you." he whispers, pulling my back tight against his chest, his hand still on my mouth.

"it's true. It was her only condition." ava tells us the truth in her words, which really pisses me off for some reason.

"Shut up!" thomas yells.

"Everything can go back to the way it was.. thomas, do you really want all of them to die?." ava asks, a manipulative tone in her voice, and i look around at everyone.

"Listen to her thomas, think about what you're doing." janson yells, eyeing thomas carefully.

as minho watches frypan and Newt appraoch Thomas, he slowly does the same, dragging me with him by my hand.

"we're with you, thomas." newt states once we all crowd around him, although I'm not exactly with him, I don't really want to be blown to smithereens but I can't really back down.

"No." teresa cries, fake tears brimming her eyes

"don't." ava pleads.

"Do it, thomas." minho confirms, glancing between the group of us who are now huddled around thomas.

"We're ready." Fry whispers to thomas with a nod.

"we're not going back there." thomas states, anger laced in all his words.

"Thomas?" ava gasps shaking her head.

Thomas holds out the bomb, his breath shaky.

"it's the only way." Thomas argues, staring at the bomb in his hand, it shakes unsteadily, matching his breath.

Thomas gently raises his hand over the trigger to the bomb and i squeeze my eyes shut preparing to die, before a car horn blares from behind us, causing all of us to open our eyes and turn around to face the direction of the noise.

all I can hear is Jorge's yelling from the car as he drives straight into a helicopter, causing pieces to fly in my direction and minho and I both drop to the ground, his body slightly ontop of mine as both his hands grab the sides of my face.

"you alright?" he worriedly asks and I just nod, smiling to prove that I'm fine, and before I have a single second to process anything, from what I can see thomas has thrown the bomb he was gonna kill all of us with at the guards, exploding the area around them and my eyes widen as I realise everything is all going to shit, gunshots ringing out everywhere as the screaming intensifies from every direction.

minho slowly sits up, taking a quick look around before standing up and pulling me to my feet after him, his eyes constantly scanning around.

"it's really smoky because the fire and the bombs, we need to find everyone and get the hell out of here." he says and I just nod in agreement, allowing him to pull me in a random direction, where we are quick to find Newt, Thomas and Fry, guards following us directly up our arses.

"guys go!" minho yells, dropping my hand to pick a gun off the floor turning around and instantly cocking it to the guards.

"careful minho!" Newt yells as he continues to run, but i pause, rapidly shaking my head as tears brim my eyes.

"i can't leave you." I say and he just looks at me.

"You need to listen to me and do it, alright? I've got your back. I'll be close behind you guys." he tells me, his voice sounding as serious as it ever has, and I nod, quickly grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his before someone is pulling me away.

"i will to your question minho!" I scream before I turn around and begin running, realising it was thomas who had pulled me away and we duck down behind a crate only to watch minho get shot by a guard and we don't even make it out from behind the crate before the guards are pulling him away.

"minho!" I scream, sprinting towards him but Jorge grabs me tight against his chest, holding me tight and I am completely helpless as the hovercraft closes its door and flies away, taking minho and our new found friends with it.

would anyone want a part 2!!?!?!

[wchswift]

Under the Lights ༉‧₊˚ 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader Summary: A sweet and peaceful Christmas with Dean. Content: fluff, mostly soft moments, family, first Christmas at the bunker, I hate Mary but she is mentioned briefly, not proofread, English isn’t my first language :) Word count: 2k A/N: almost christmas and im so excited!! I really love christmas and lately these are the only ideas I can think of to write lol. i just love soft and happy dean so I thought I'd write a cute one shot about him having a good christmas bc all i wanted was to spend these holidays with him

mdni 𖤐 18+

Dean leaned against the doorway, the faintest curve of a smile playing on his lips. The sight of you, utterly absorbed in decorating the tree, tugged at something deep in his chest. The soft glow of the twinkling lights painted your face in golds and silvers. You were on your toes, reaching for a high branch, determined to hang an ornament in its perfect place. From his vantage point, Dean couldn’t help but grin. The way your nose crinkled when something didn’t sit just right, the soft hum of Christmas music as you worked—it all made the bunker feel a little less like a fortress and a little more like home.

The table behind you bore the chaos of your efforts—ornaments arranged and rearranged, tinsel spilling onto the floor like silken threads of moonlight. It was chaos, yes, but it was yours, and Dean found it impossible to look away.

“Sweetheart,” he finally said, his voice warm and teasing, breaking through the soft hum of Let It Snow playing in the background. “Not to rush a masterpiece, but you’ve been at this tree longer than it takes Santa to finish his route.”

You turned, giving him a mock glare, your lips pressed into a pout that was as endearing as it was teasing. “It has to be perfect, Dean.”

“It already is,” he countered, stepping closer, his hands casually stuffed into his pockets. “Lights, ornaments, a star on top—what more does a tree need?”

“Your enthusiasm,” you shot back, turning back to adjust the ribbon for what must have been the hundredth time.

Dean chuckled, moving to your side, sliding an arm around your waist, and pulling you against him. “My enthusiasm’s here,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple. "I'm just more contained about it."

You let out a soft sigh, letting yourself lean deeper into his warm embrace as you closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the comfort he provided. "I know, Dean," you began, your voice gentle but filled with understanding. "But I also know how excited you get about these celebrations. Deep down, you wish for that typical family cliche, and you and Sam truly deserve it. I just want us to have a memorable time together… Could you please enjoy this too and get into the mood with me?"

You turned your face to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with hope and sincerity. Your tone was calm, and the warmth of your words seemed to hang in the air between you. Dean, ever the skeptic, tried to roll his eyes in playful defiance, but a smile broke through despite his efforts. The corners of his mouth lifted, and he leaned in, planting a quick, soft kiss on your lips before surrendering to your encouragement, as he usually did.

The sound of boots against metal echoed through the bunker as Sam descended the stairs. His voice rang out before he even reached the bottom. “Dean, what’s going on in here?”

Sam paused, his eyebrows shooting up as he took in the sight of his brother atop the map table, duct-taping garland to the ceiling beams.

"Decking the halls, Sammy. What’s it look like?” He replied, still focused on the lights.

“It looks like a fire hazard,” Sam deadpanned, crossing his arms as he took in the mess of lights, ornaments, and tinsel scattered across the room.

You emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cookies, just as Dean hopped down from the table. “Sam, you should’ve seen him earlier. He tried to hang stockings with fishing wire.”

Dean shrugged, unapologetic. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "So, this is your new thing now? Christmas?” He muttered though a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Oh, come on, Sam,” you chimed in, setting the cookies down on the table. “It's the best time of the year. Even hunters deserve a little holiday spirit.”

Dean grabbed a cookie, pointing it at Sam. “She’s right. Stop being a Grinch.”

Reluctantly, Sam joined in, helping you and Dean finish decorating the bunker. By the time you were done, the usually cold, utilitarian space looked warm and inviting. Lights draped across the walls, the centerpiece Sam had crafted out of pine branches and candles sat proudly on the map table, and the tree sparkled in the corner.

Dean stepped back, hands on his hips, surveying the scene. “Not bad for a bunch of hunters, huh?”

Later that evening, the bunker had settled into a cozy stillness. Sam had retreated to his room, leaving you and Dean sitting by the softly glowing tree. The faint crackle of a vinyl record Dean had unearthed earlier filled the air, Bing Crosby crooning about dreaming of a white Christmas.

You leaned back against the armchair, watching Dean as he entertained himself by drinking his hot chocolate. The moment felt right, so you reached beside you and pulled out a carefully wrapped box tied with red string.

“Okay,” you said, your voice tinged with both excitement and hesitation, “before you make a big deal out of this, I just want to say that it’s practical.”

Dean’s eyebrows rose as he took the box, his lips twitching into a grin. “Practical, huh? Not sure what that means coming from you.”

“Just open it,” you urged, your hands fidgeting nervously in your lap.

Dean unwrapped the box with care, his grin softening as he revealed a thick leather-bound journal. His fingers brushed over the cover, and for a moment, he was quiet, his thumb tracing the edges of the pages.

“It’s, uh…” you started, your voice softer now. “I noticed you don’t really have a place to write things down—your thoughts, memories, whatever. So I thought… maybe you could use it. For good stuff. Things you want to remember. Not like hunting stuff or anything like your dad's but something good? Or whatever you want I don't know...” you rambled, feeling anxious.

Dean opened the journal, flipping through the blank pages. Inside the front cover, you’d written a small inscription in your neat handwriting: For all the moments you want to hold on to.

He stared at the words for a long beat before letting out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You know me too well, sweetheart.”

“I just thought,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “after everything we’ve been through, it might be nice to have something that’s yours. Something that’s just… good.”

Dean closed the journal and set it carefully on the table beside him. Then he turned to you, his green eyes impossibly soft. “You always know what I need before I even know it myself.”

Before you could respond, he reached behind him and pulled something from his jacket pocket. “Okay, my turn.”

He held out a small box, its edges worn, like it had been carried around for some time. “It’s not new,” he said, almost apologetically. “But I’ve been meaning to give this to you.”

You opened the box slowly, revealing a simple yet beautiful silver bracelet. The charms hanging were clearly chosen by a hunter, it was small and subtle, but unmistakable.

“It was my mom’s,” Dean said quietly, his gaze dropping to the bracelet. “She always said it was for protection. I’ve kept it all these years, but… I think she’d want you to have it.”

Your throat tightened, and tears pricked at your eyes as you looked at him. “Dean, I… I can’t take this. It’s too important.”

Dean shook his head, reaching out to take your hand. “You’re important,” he said simply. “And if anyone deserves to have it, it’s you.”

You stared at the bracelet, overwhelmed by the gesture. Then, without a word, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. He held you tightly, his hand cradling the back of your head.

When you finally pulled away, you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, smiling through the tears in your eyes. “Thank you, Dean. I’ll take good care of it.”

“I know you will,” he said softly, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of the record player. And as you leaned back against him, the bracelet resting cool against your skin, you felt a sense of belonging that you hadn’t known you were missing.

The warm connection from the gift exchange flowed naturally into the next day, making every interaction lighter, and more meaningful.

The kitchen was a flurry of activity as the three of you prepared dinner. Dean insisted on taking charge of the main course, proudly presenting a vegetarian lasagna for Sam and you.

“See? I’m not just a pie guy,” he said, grinning.

Meanwhile, you and Sam teamed up to bake cookies. It started out innocent enough, but it quickly devolved into a flour fight when Sam accidentally knocked over the mixing bowl.

Dean walked in just as you lobbed a handful of flour at Sam, only to hit him square in the chest instead. He froze, staring down at his now-flour-covered shirt. “What the hell, guys?”

Dean just watched you and Sam burst into laughter, trying to stay mad.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean muttered, brushing flour off his jacket. “Real funny. Guess who’s cleaning this up?”

“Not me,” you and Sam said in unison, making you chuckle again.

Dean shook his head, a grin appearing on his face despite his attempt to remain irritated.

Later that night, the three of you gathered in the living room, your plates cleared and the remnants of the day’s chaos tucked away. Sam stretched out on the other armchair with a book, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he occasionally glanced at you and Dean by the tree, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

The bracelet he’d given you caught the soft glow of the lights, its charm resting lightly against your wrist. You found yourself absently touching it, grounding yourself in the weight of what it meant.

Sam finally closed his book, setting it aside as he stretched his long legs. “You know,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence, “You two actually did a pretty good job. I think this might be the first time the bunkers actually felt… normal. Like a real home.”

Dean snorted softly. “Took long enough, huh?”

Sam smiled, his expression soft. “Yeah. But I’m glad we got here.”

Dean raised his mug in a mock toast. “To surviving another year and not burning the place down with Christmas lights.”

Sam rolled his eyes but lifted his mug too. “Yeah, yeah... To family.”

You lifted your own mug, smiling as you echoed the sentiment. “To family.”

The three of you sat quietly for a while, watching the lights twinkle on the tree. Eventually, Sam excused himself, muttering something about research, leaving you and Dean alone again.

Dean nudged you gently, drawing your attention. “Come with me for a sec,” he said, his voice low but insistent.

Curious, you followed him as he grabbed a thick blanket from the couch and led you up the large stairs of the bunker. He stopped at one of the heavy iron doors, twisting the wheel to unlock it before pulling it open to reveal the wide, open expanse of the night sky.

The cold air hit you first, crisp and biting, but the sight of the stars made you forget it almost instantly. Dean draped the blanket over your shoulders and pulled you close, his warmth a welcome contrast to the chill.

“Figured we could use some fresh air,” he said simply, his voice quiet.

You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder as you gazed up at the stars. They glittered against the inky blackness, impossibly bright and infinite, like tiny promises of hope scattered across the sky.

“We really did it huh?” Dean murmured, his voice low and warm.

“Did what?” you asked, tilting your head to look up at him.

“This,” he said simply, gesturing back to the bunker. “Christmas. The whole thing. It’s not half bad.”

“It’s perfect,” you said softly, resting your head back against his shoulder.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world felt distant here, the weight of hunting, loss, and responsibility held at bay by the vastness of the universe.

Dean’s voice broke the silence, soft but sure. “You know, I never thought I’d get something like this.”

You turned to look at him, your brow furrowing slightly. “Something like what?”

He gestured toward the stars, the blanket, the faint glow of the bunker behind you. “All this. A night where everything’s quiet. Where it feels like we’re not just surviving.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “You deserve this, Dean. You deserve nights like this and so much more.”

He looked at you then, his green eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the starlight above. A gentle smile played on his lips as he spoke, “So do you,” his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb grazed over your knuckles, sending a warm thrill through you. "Thank you." With a tender sincerity, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and lingering, filled with a depth of love and unspoken emotions that seemed to wrap around you like a cozy blanket, leaving you breathless in the stillness of the night.

The two of you stayed there, wrapped in the quiet and each other, until the cold became too much to ignore.

As you made your way back inside, Dean caught your hand, stopping you just before you reached the main hallway.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and rough around the edges. “Merry Christmas.”

You smiled, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips, your heart full. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

And in that moment, with the warmth of his hand in yours and the quiet hum of life around you, you felt something you hadn’t in a long time: hope. This was home—messy, chaotic, and imperfect. And it was everything you needed.

a/n: oh my god, I had so much fun writing this :) I don't know if I liked how it turned out that much, but I thought it was cute enough to post...

𖤐 reblogs and feedback are appreciated! requests are also welcome, ty!

[emberunderscore]

oh ffs im thinking too many thoughts about this song now okay hey chat thoughts time

"Whose Eye Is It Anyway???" by Jhariah Very coded in many ways, the way i like to see it is for my midas villain au, and if you know that you know its split into three different routes and the one this song like . embodies . is the idea of midas losing themself to the decay, it overtaking their mind and drastically changing their personalitly . also i think midas deserves to be angry so i let them be angry.

ok analysis time

My head is overflowing, with these thoughts That if I return the favor you might understand

Their mind is racing with the idea that they want revenge on Reo for what they did, how they treated them when handing over Quixis. They want to return the favour of tearing them from their home and forcing them into that position without explanation

But I know, I know you could never carry the burden You've left with me and I can't give it back So why even try?

they can't give quixis back to Reo, so why bother wasting their energy on thinking about it

I'm reeling from all of the pain I feel it making me insane

the decay seeping in, overtaking them, it goes for their eyes first and in this au i like to view the taking of their eyes as taking their soul, and taking a part of them too. so they can feel the decay eating away at both their eyes and their very soul itself

If it's an eye for an eye then we all go blind If it came to it would you cross that line?

talking to themself . asking themself where the line they're willing to draw is . and are they willing to cross it

With the taste of the blood on your tongue like wine And the weight of your crimes weighing on your mind

the worlds falling, people dying . the rotting part of them feels amusement, a sort of satifaction at the power. like fine wine. but the part of them that still remains is weighed down by their guilt

It's an eye for an eye and we all go blind again

in a way they are blind. blind to their own actions. blind to the fact that staying as quixis is no longer their own choice . blind to the person they used to be . also . eyes . the bleeding eyes . an eye for an eye and no one can see . the idea of midas not being able to see like normal without their eyes. the idea that while they cannot see through their face, connecting to their brain . they can see. they are forced to see, through quixis. they have a sort of all seeing presence to them and they can only see everything all at once .

An arm and a leg, my friend, les yeux d'la tete

"to cost the eyes of the head" a phrase that means something is very expenisve but i really like the literal meaning. you know, eye motifs .

I never give as much as I get

an attempt to convince themself that they are gaining more than they're losing

This path of heart attacks is paved with folks Who only gave their enemies what they had coming

this lyrics is so mmmmm i dont know how to put waht im thinking into words but its so like midas wanting revenge and the other veriosns of them being just as bad and the "heart attacks" bit is just silly cause everyones fucking dying something seomthing

I don't know if it's worth it

D O U B T . i give this au of midas so much doubt, denial and self loathing . and they re so <33 anyways them doubting whether or not everything they're doing is worth whatever they're trying to convince themself theyre getting out of staying as quixis. power, vengeance, entertainment . whatever they can convince themself of at that moment.

[cutting out the repeated lyrics cause .]

Is it a knife or a lie is it in your back

to icarus , about the wack , the glitching about all the sillies . thinking unlocked thoughts in specifics

Is it all I need? Is it all I have? Will it bring me the peace that I need so desperately?

gods theyre struggling so much . they DESPERATELY want to stop being in pain . just for a moment gods all they want is one moment without pain but they dont get that . because they made this choice and they cant even remember why AHHAHHHH IM SO NORMALLLLL

Will I see?

they CAN notably see. notably they have to see everything except themself . except their own actions . except what they're doing . except how theyve LOST THEMSELF

It's an eye for an eye and we all go blind again

they want to make everyone go blind at this point . they dont care . theyve lost the ability to care .

When you seek vengeance you must dig two graves

AHHHHHHHHH THIS LYRIC AKLFNAJWBDFJKABWKJA . OK SO THEY WANT VENGEANCE AGAINST THE POSITION OF QUIXIS ITSELF . THEY THINK ITS UNFAIR AND BULLSHIT AND IN ORDER TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE POSITION THEY HAVE TO DIE. WHATERVER THEIR REASONING IS (OR WHAT THEYVE CONVINCED THEMSELF IT IS) THEY END UP FUCKING DEAD .

[last verse is repeated lyrics]

[vampyprince]

depressed stress, killing game shmilling shmame ;~; ❗

no thoughts, just crying over shouma

this is like... the most confident i've ever seen shouma. and it's in his acceptance of death. HURTS.

i didnt even cry over hiruko much, i kinda knew she wouldn't make it :c

this, this fucks me up tho...

this route is where we neglect so many people. like, shion?? he's still sick from something future related?? what even is going on!?

why are there so many sponsors? why where there 2 in the strange room who jumped takumi, and claimed to not be a part of the invader hunt? why did takumi wake up in the exact same place a day later?? that suggests he'd been there the whole time!! but why was there another takumi up and about, talking to tsubasa and yugamu??? it is the copying commander? but how, why, what?? where did those suits even come from? why does takumi want to eat a frog??

IM SO LOST!

like, this feels like a worse helplessness than route 0 gave me.

in route0, nothing made sense... but it at least gave us breathing room!!!

this is too fast paced and confusing...

and also, i just found out eva is a mommy?? and her daughter (who i've been spoiled to about her appearance) made eva's mask??

hm... someone else, or v'ehxness? eva could be v'ehxness' sister-in-law? but i honestly can't picture v'ehxness with a man... or anyone, tbh.

ah, eva just gets more and more tragic... thinking of all the pain/ brainwashing and death she's been through in my different playthroughs... and she has a little girl depending on/ waiting for her? life isn't fair for the paragon of nature...

UGH, this route sucks** [**cuz it hurts so bad]

i don't even want to think about takemaru. i can take harsh words from ima or kako... but the bro takemaru yakushiji? it's not pleasant.

i dunno how takumi isn't crying more? i'd probably sob on the spot if he said this to me

the game seriously punishes you for offing eito outright,,

i miss my love and peace massaker gayboy

[smilepilled]

small statement about my current theme of Chlomaki from okegom. made solely so i can signal that im not some creep; trigger warning for mentions of being a victim and a survivor of different forms of abuse. nothing too detailed though..! general iffy stuff i guess?

hello! i'm here to add some bullet points as to why, despite being greatly repulsed by the okegom fandom, i may choose to theme my accounts after specific characters from said media. i also have a long history of being within the spaces that these folks dwell, so be assured i'm aware of the circumstances at hand. that being said, here goes!

Question: What's your experience in this fandom? What do you think you know?

Answer: a lot of my time spent online, within groups for the works of DeepSea Prisoner, has indeed proved it to be not only a space filled with people who are genuinely dangerous to vulnerable people, but also filled to the brim with equally harmful messages and ideas. while i do not personally go in these places (and have not for a long time, save for getting emojis or the like), i do have a list of experiences where people took advantage of me or otherwise glorified things related to abuse in front od me AND other vulnerable individuals; namely, mentally ill kids, preteens and teens.

while i am still a teenager in theory (see this image [LINK]) my legal age puts me at a higher standard regarding these things. i myself actively choose to stay away from people in this fandom, or the fandom as an abstract online space — if i know any person that is in the okegom fandom (or more accurately, < Was >), i can generally tell you that they are aware-- especially since most are brazilians who aren't as chronically online as the gringos are regarding this.

Question: If you know it's problematic, why do you still theme after it?

i could go into a deep dive explaining every little detail on why i have attachments to characters like Chlomaki, Lobco, Etihe, Wadanohara, and some more — but i'll keep it not-short and not-sweet: i am a victim. i have been through abuse, and these characters are also extremely nostalgic to me. i used to be in the okegom fandom as a child + preteen, so even if i dont have the best memories with other certain types of characters (Fumus, Yonaka, Sal, etc.) i can definitely say these other characters bring me amounts of comfort i cannot word in a way that will be allistic.

wadda is mostly a comfort character due to her silly, whimsical yet self-sacrificial nature and the fact she is a savior AND survivor in the best route (true end). chlomaki is a very special case for me as well, because while she is kind of a jackass of a witch, she is also a survivor of a pletora of trauma + is living a cozier, calmer life with her familiover fungas crocodile — and personally, as a person with a similar life experience + newfound focus, she means a lot to me. to me, her character symbolizes that despite being created into poor conditions, being through horrors unfathomable and having to leave her family behind, she could still find family in her own terms, with her own rules, for her safety and peace. that is something i greatly aim to have in my life, similarly to her.

Question: You're using a profile of a character from this media, so you are supporting it and everything that is wrong with it, along with its creator.

fortunately or not, okegom (and other similarly problematic medias) already contains a stablished platform of people willing to support the fuckfest of inbred and abusive dynamics for their own estrangeness — through money, audience, support, et cetera.

the fact i hold a handful of characters close to my heart for having things in common with them (as i've previously stated; being a survivor of trauma) does not immediately mean i am bootlicking any of these people — or even worse of a claim (and heavily insensitive to tell any trauma survivor/victim), it also does not immediately make me a supporter of the many abuses that are portrayed.

i think a lot of the ways okegom decides to portray abuse and toxic interpersonal relationships are plain hot ass. but then theres chlomaki, wadanohara, and other characters who dont exactly seem to be a positive portrayal of abuse (as opposed by the yaoification of satanik and ivlis, or the like).

also, i think thats something common in a lot of media, regardless of it being considered "problematic" or not — there will be a LOT that sucks about it, but so long as you can carefully remove the parasites from what youre holding, then you can have one or two parts of it that are good. cherry picking, if you dare name it that!

Question: [insert threat or insults]

Answer: that's not a question, silly! also, uhh...

"Your active choice to mistreat and threaten a living, breathing victim for whatever media they consume pertinent to their trauma says more about you as a person than the victim and the fact they have a certain chosen media of comsumption, regardless of it being 'problematic' or not." :>

Question: I don't feel comfortable with anything Could I block you while you have this theme

Answer: short answer, yes, you SHOULD curate your online presence according to your own fun, wellbeign and limits.

as much as i would love to unrealistically turn into GOD and gatekeep people from blocking me or otherwise being far away (i love interaction rofl), i actually encourage this a thousand times over!

i am infinitely more concerned about the wellbeing of those around me (and my own) than tumblr themes or interactions. so, go ahead, and please keep an eye out for my de-chlomakification in the foreseeable future! or otherwise, mute my tags so you absolutely don't get posts from me. or whatever else you think is best!

that's all! i think everything here is pretty reasonable and nuanced, but if you must, do seek avoiding me for the time im fixated on Lady Chlomaki. toodle-o! don't forget to use media literacy and cognitive skills when consuming ANY media, kids!

[acourtofthought]

heyy! hope youre doing well i really enjoy reading your thoughts and opinions about these characters thanks for writing such detailed posts i share most of your opinions but im not nearly as good at putting words to it haha so i really do appreciate your posts!! <3 no pressure at all to answer this, just wanted to share some appreciation for the time your put to every post!!

but ive been thinking a little about the scene where feyre questions eluciens bond in acowar and i always kind of assumed she asked about az and elain bc she thought they looked good together, like physically, and gave no thought to how they're actually not compatible in any way otherwise and she really just want her sister to get better and also obviosuly had questions about the bond itself and it was an opportunity to ask rhys about it. it doesn't make sense that that scene is used so often to say its hinting at a bad match?? or am i really just that terrible at picking up hints?

this has probably been discussed plenty of time, but im fairly new to the fandom and im honestly just surprised to see so many shipping them and not elain and lucien when they are literally described to us as an perfect match and the moment he whispered "your my mate" i was hooked and the longing and tension is killing meeeeeee their romance have such potenial to be the most romatic and beautiful out of all of them

Thank you so much for your anon, it made my day!! 😍

Personally, I think your assessment of the scene is spot on. Feyre is struggling with the state Elain is in and she is blaming herself for it. She only just returned from the Spring Court with Lucien in tow and we know she's still dealing with the lingering bitterness over their history and his relationship with Tamlin.

The Night Court is Feyre's home, with her mate and her new friends, and wouldn't it just be so much easier if Elain could find happiness there like she did? Not only would that ease some of her guilt but it would also alleviate some of the pressure she has over what to do with Lucien now that he's in Velaris.

I think Feyre is looking for what to her would be the quickest and easiest solution that causes her the least emotional turmoil. Lucien (for Feyre) comes with a whole lot of baggage that she's not in the right frame of mind to deal with.

That she asked RHYS whether Elain and Lucien (her sister and her friend) would be a good match kind of proves she's not pairing Az and Elain off because she's got a good grasp on who would be best romantically suited to the other. The only reasons Feyre has ever given for thinking Az and Elain might get along is because they'd be a good looking couple and she might find peace and quiet around him.

......................................(pause for dramatic effect)....................................

Since when are those the building blocks for a meaningful romance in a fantasy book? Peace and quiet is a bit boring? I want to see passion, I want fire, I want an all consuming love.

Really, I think the entire point of that scene is to show Feyre is struggling with Elain's depression, her hesitation over Lucien being in her home when their relationship is still rocky, and to also show us that while there is always a choice in bonds, the two characters will always feel drawn to each other.

As far as bonds that are a poor fit, the examples we're given were because the males weren't respectful to their mates and they were generally cruel. Rhys's father whisked his mother away the same day their bond snapped and had her marry him that night, it doesn't sound like he gave her much of a choice or the space to decide. He was cold and vicious while Rhys's mother was soft and fiery. And Tamlin's mother never spoke a bad word against his father though he was a tyrant. Lucien is none of the above therefore there really is no valid reason for them not to have a happy relationship if they'd go the route of accepting their bond. When the author herself has said both Elain and Lucien are happiest in nature I'm not sure how anyone can question their compatibility.

I think there's also a good chance Sarah delivered the information about poorly matched bonds because it's information that she wanted the readers to tuck away for later. She's not often quite so obvious "What if Elain and Lucien have a poorly matched bond?" "Well, it can be rejected" then two books later, "Elain and Lucien have a poorly matched bond and they rejected it!" but introduces information in one conversation that she's going to apply to different characters at a later point.

Also, welcome to the fandom! It's hopefully the best time to be joining what with the possibility of an announcement soon.

[dq9]

now i wanna talk abt ibo ending bc of mjkl so .here i go

erm. spoilers under the cut teehee

keep in mind its been awhile since ive watched so some details are fuzzy

see in my Onion especially with hindsight mika and orga's fates were sealed as far back as the ending arc of s1, with biscuit's warning and subsequent death acting as the catalyst for what the show ends up at... or as i like to put it

s1: fucking around

s2: finding out

biscuit is very , Very clear about the sort of place their actions will lead them, and presses orga on if he is truly prepared to make the sacrifices his decisions will lead them to. orga, being a both teenager and raised in a cruel, merciless world, lashes out in kind. Violence is what he knows, and violence is what he uses to get what he needs.

every single parental figure, authority figure, etc, hammers this in for him. naze is basically mafia. the men in charge on mars were particularly violent and cruel towards a bunch of teenage boys, that old guy whos name i cant remember is Very fine with them using these methods to keep moving forward

the show is VERy clear about this. violence IS a path forward. its a very effective path forward. but you cannot expect to take a violent path forward and take no losses, because you are not built different.

tekkadan created the sort of world that they could no longer exist in. the world that created tekkadan is gone, and the world no longer needs tekkadan as a driving force for change. which means, of course, what happens to the members?

id argue that Zero of the original members of tekkadan exist any longer. they are either dead or so changed from their starting points that its hard to say theyre even the same people. take ride, for instance, who is so wrapped up in the violence he was raised in that he cannot stop lashing out, relying on continuing violence in the form of guerilla assassinations. not that the guy he killed didnt deserve it, because he Did, but its emblematic of how ride no longer fits into the world hes created. he is an angry, Angry child, and the world has moved on without him.

and of course, the most obvious being mika and orga, both dying for their cause. mika literally gave his entire being to barbatos, losing feeling and movement in half of his body... the second mika lost sensation in... was it his eye first? i dont remmeber. but i was like oh no. ohhh no. is there a world in which mika makes it out alive? i dont think so. mika is Particularly representative of the sort of world they lived in: he is the perfect alaya candidate, undergoing it 3 times, so in tune with his gundam that people are surprised at his skills, and he is consistently referred to as a demon. as far as the world is concerned, and honestly as far as mika is concerned, he is a tool to be used, and the world he grew up in was happy to have him that way.

however, what use in a tool of war in a time of peace?

and for orga, when i was watching with chiye during all of s2 i was like get him OUTTTT of that suit. but the suit is a sign of how he is no longer the boy he was growing up, hes changed, hes experiencing a disconnect with the violence he understands vs the world he wants to create. orga is the QUINTESSENTIAL example of 'guy who believes hes built different' and he is gunned down in the street for it

waves my hands around. im abt to go play overwatch so i dont have a thought out conclusion for my Words but. in general. ibo is both a optimistic and cautionary tale: the world can be changed for the better by many means, including violence, but if violence is the route taken, there Will be consequences.

[puzzle-bug]

Superman is the unironic best. You heard me. I said it.

Im dying on this hill, I will fight on this hill, and I will not climb down from it unless you hit me with a 16 wheeler truck and even then I’ll still be yapping about how great Superman is as the air leaves my lungs.

I have no room for the “he’s boring” argument. He has some of the most interesting internal conflict of all time, and there isn’t a single copy of his character who can do what he does, BE who he is, (excluding maybe Omni man)

His holding back is what makes him interesting. He is, effectively, a god of sorts. Able to move at the speed of light, able to skip over buildings like it’s nothing, execute every tyrant, literally destroy the planet with a glance; But DOESN’T. There are so many ways to write around that.

My interpretation is that he doesn’t do it because he knows he SHOULDN’T, for the sake of human history. If he paints an image that killing everyone who does something wrong is the best way to peace, he risks creating someone who does the same thing but to the wrong people. That’s why he uses the phantom zone for people humans can’t control or contain, and turns in everyone else to human justice so that other HUMANS can decide how to handle it.

Even then, he’s forced to act. By that previous logic he shouldn’t help anybody, let humans handle it themselves and hope for the best. But instead, he helps. Why? Because how could he not?????

When you think about it Many of the threats on earth that cause problems followed him from krypton, such as the doomsday bio weapon, or parasyte. Imagine that, you’re the last survivor of (if you’re using the “braniac helped destroy krypton” idea) what is essentially a genocide. Now, the mistakes of your dead race are following you to earth, and it’s costing people their lives.

Keep in mind, there aren’t any other strong heroes yet. In most other iterations by the time Superman starts being active, Wonder Woman hasn’t come back from themyscira since the war, Batman doesn’t have experience with anyone stronger than bane, Hal isn’t a lantern, and the meta-human crisis hasn’t happened yet either so no flash, cyborg, or any other superhero with strength that can combat these threats.

On top of that, humans don’t know what Zod or braniac or parasite or any of these other villains even ARE. To them, they’re just pure monsters. The lanterns aren’t here yet, Abin sur is doing fuck all; the justice league isn’t here yet, half their heroes aren’t even ACTIVE yet; and realistically what is Batman or the U.S. government going to do? NOTHING, Batman can’t make countermeasures to something he’s never seen.

Keep in mind that if he were to give over kryptonian tech from the fortress, who knows what humans would do with it? They aren’t ready for that kind of power, just look at what happened the moment we got nukes. We dropped a sun on a city the moment it was done, and then did that AGAIN. He’d just cause another war.

In other words, he has all this power, and his inaction means death, so you think he’s gonna do nothing Clark Kent? The son of Jor-el? The adopted son of JOE AND MARTHA KENT? Not in a million years would anybody like him let these people just… DIE when your whole race is dead. Not a single chance. He’s gonna try his best. Because he’s fucking Superman.

So you’re left with this balancing act. If he goes too far one way he’s injustice Superman: a despot. Go too far the other, and humanity gets cooked by tech and monsters they can’t handle yet. In the middle? A man who is, effectively, in a world made of glass. Lose control for an instant and the world could literally explode, hold yourself back against a monster on your level (like most of Superman’s villains) and you’re dead and with you goes half the city at the hands of a monster. That is so insanely interesting.

Then add Lex luthor; a perfect antithesis. He wants Clark to take the lazy route, lest he go down the injustice road. An alien Boy Scout shouldn’t be left unattended.

On top of that, Lex luthor is an evil billionaire genius with so much money and power that the system Superman likes to have punish people (as opposed to the poor guy just BEING the system) is corrupt and under the thumb of one guys money. That’d be a pain in the ass, and it’s up to Clark to keep him under control, and he has to do it without breaking the rules otherwise he becomes exactly who luthor says he is. He can’t just punch capitalism, but he tries his best to walk the line anyways. That balance is what makes Superman awesome.

Also he’s just a nice guy and we need more of that in the world.

[nahalism]

Did you ever experience some kind of…almost debilitating anxiety? I’m talking of months or + gnawed and exhausted by fear and both mental and physical sensations that come with it. How did/do you move through it

luv

a long one in advance but lol yh bare times. ill answer ur question, but there's two sides to the route i took and i have 2 preface with everything i did and do is based off of what i feel is right for me at the time. it doesnt mean its right though, and im very aware of that, so ill share some parts, but ultimately each person has is their own experience. the first step to moving through something, is looking for answers so like.. deeper than whatever i have to say, the answer is not in my answer, its in the fact u want answers

anyway. throwback to 6 ish years ago, i was having a breakdown breakthru and i started viewing what i called anxiety, as hyper vigilance. i started to see i was using a way of perceiving reality, along with my ability for analysis, to create correlations between my present, based on my perception of the past, to determine/predict the future (both futile and fallible), not cause i wanted to know what was going to happen, but because i thought keeping account of all possible outcomes gave me control and control would keep me safe and stop me experiencing a version of life i didnt want to go back to (more specifically it stopped me feeling helpless & inconsequential). as i understood that, along with the traumas at the root of my hyper vigilance, and the anxiety (social and general cause they r v separate), i recognised that i wanted control because i wasn't confident i could take charge or respond to reality without immense preparation. on top of that, i was resisting the fact that i was anxious because i was calling the symptoms i was experiencing my anxiety, but the real anxiety was the way i thought, and i was actually addicted to thinking in that way, because even though i hated it, and what it did to my body/nervous system, it was protecting my ego by giving me a false sense of control.

so that was my first step. i began to take action from where i was, as i was. that meant listening to what made me anxious. for example, if a place or person made me anxious, i didnt interact or go. i validated myself and what i was feeling. & i dont mean that in an avoidant sense, ill say why in a second. but yeah i validated what i was feeling, and began to see that the more i gave myself permission to be who i was, and do what i wanted unapologetically, the less direct anxiety id experience. and that sounds like an easy decision to have made in hindsight but usually, the change a persons anxious to make is something that in the moment requires a huge leap of faith but seems inevitable in hindsight. anyway, that's when i really realised that i was anxious because i was living an inauthentic life based on premeditation rather than presence. i had/have concurrent ptsd, so there were a lot of emotions i hadn't felt in a long time without realising, like passion or genuine laughter, happiness, joy, peace. id literally forgotten anything but this autopilot need to protect myself, be there for the people that had been there for me and stay alive. in giving myself permission to be different from who i had been, i started to see the world free from what my past dictated it should be and everything started to open up as as a consequence. side note, id been studying metaphysics and philosophy since 6 form, and i can't underestimate how much the principles i learned there helped me transmute my situation. ive recommended all those books in here before, so u can find them, but yeah . it sounds pretty and idyllic and as essy as 'changing my mind' but it was fucking brutal. i transformed in every sense of the word i lost almost everything in the process. there were wins along the way but 90% of them were silver linings of my own deciding. however, nothing i lost needed to stay! and everything i chose to go through or was subjected to led me to understand me and opened options as to how i could cultivate a beautiful and real inner life that eventually began to bleed out into the 'real' world.

the dark side of that, which is how i reached most of those revelations and insights, is the experiential bit that i can't communicate. i literally put myself through hell, and i can type till my fingers fall of and still never convey the full picture of how what why when, but yh. when i said i listened to my anxiety, i meant that literally. as i said before, i didnt allow myself to be avoidant. so if there was a reason i didnt want to do something, i honoured it, but lets say the only obstacle to me doing something was my anxiety, id force myself to do it, to the point of masochism. literally, i was obsessed. day in day out i was reading on self improvement, i studied every religion, researched philosophers, listened to hour long lectures on youtube, i did everything i could do to understand myself, my mind, life, and how to reprogram what i was experiencing. at the same time as this i used to myself in situations that would trigger panic attacks, or dissociative episodes and find ways to 'function' through it. one that worked very well was smoking weed, sometimes alone, sometimes in bad company. weed gave me severe panic attacks at the time, so when i was on my own, id smoke to induce panic attacks so i could meditate, breathe, draw, write, literally do whatever helped to bring myself through the panic attack. then when i felt capable with that, id smoke in bad company and practice with the pressure of being in front of people and there would be times id b having full blown panic attacks in front of people, sometimes with, but usually without them knowing and the whole time was just training myself to understand or pay attention to my mental patterns, training myself to calm myself down, to reach a zone where i could see through what was triggering me, or at the very least just firm it. and the more i did that, the more i understood why i was dissociating, or collapsing, or having chest pains, hyperventilating all that shit. the more i understood, the more i reeeaaally understood, and then i got to a point where even though the trigger is there lol, it still exists, but when it gets pulled i can hold the explosion. because i feel it happening, i see it happening, but it happens to something within me and not to me now? and so i kind of watch it and love and appreciate it for what learning to temper it taught me. its like a familiar old friend has its quirks that i wouldn't change for the world and yh idk im just rambling i need to go to bed. but basically i stopped being debilitated by anxiety by living in complete debilitation of it until it couldn't debilitate me any more. id be lying if i didnt say it drove me to very dark, lonely, appearance of being semi crazy states of being, but it was worth it and still is.

without the period of isolation the second half of what i described put me through, i couldnt have found realignment cause i wouldnt have seen how incorrect my projection of my past onto the future was, or how to correct it. & deep it, if all u know is death misery lack poverty shortage economic & social insecurity, then all u can see for the future is that. once u open ur eyes and see urself and the world for what is u can start playing. it wasnt easy, and im still not over being anxious. but its not debilitating, just an uneasy emotion. & the way i see it at this point, its just my inner system seeing something what my eyes dont & making me aware. when i listen im redirected, and can find alignment. when i dont it gets worse, and the only way out is to be numb. but i wanna live and i cant live numb. hope i answered, love <3

[apthotiosis]

heyyy i see people offering you etoiles thoughts and unfortunately i don't have any that others haven't already said but i DO have Phil thoughts that i think you might appreciate ;3;

today i am thinking about how easily phil suffocates when there's nothing to do. it's not that he thrives under pressure, exactly, he definitely suffers when he's too stressed or chronically in danger, but he's built to Do something. he finds a problem and he observes and he tries to solve it: searching for Federation bases and the end of the train tracks, building Uppies in case his eggs need to hide, throwing himself into purgatory strategies. (in hc!Phil who's not constantly in danger we see him pushing himself with new and ever-growing projects mhm?)

and then when he can't do anything to Solve the problem he still has to Do something yknow? I don't think he ever expected results from lavacasting Fed headquarters, but he couldn't just sit there. He checked the anomalies for messages from his eggs obsessively even though it didn't get him anywhere any faster. He does dungeons with Etoiles to distract himself while the eggs are gone.

I think that's why the birdhouse/early EK stuff got to him so badly--he couldn't do Anything, he was only the object of other entities' actions. He starts to doubt his own convictions and agency after the birdhouse and he's a shell of himself.

anyway i'm also thinking about this because i think it's why i've found that Phil absolutely does not thrive when i put him in a modern AU. he is Not designed to have problems in a society where he has so little ability to control his environment. he has to be able to become a supervillain about it or have the weirdest hobbies imaginable otherwise he somehow gets even more anxious/depressed/neurotic than on regular QSMP. i put him in the suburbs and he starts chewing his own leg off like a fox in a trap.

thank you for coming to my ted talk i hope it was worth it but at the end of the day i just needed to say the words and thought you were most likely to enjoy them

*chant* sprout sprout sprout sprout !!!! banger of a ted talk ! i enjoyed it so very much (*¯︶¯*) phil thoughts are always just as welcome as etoiles thoughts . any and all thoughts r welcome @u@ im just not used to getting them direct to my inbox lmao

espeeecially with hc phil now going for the deep dark but making a massive project in itself , having his huge escape route (tho he did finish if sooner than he thought which , nice , but also sir , you can just set up in the cavern and have an escape tunnel down there.. but noooooo he had to bore his way to the surface -_-) . has to do something has to get the energy out , before during or after the stressful shit . the egg portraits near capitalist spawn ! r also a great example ! of stress but nowhere to put ! fuck it make Egg in protest

the birdhouse thoughts especially hurt ;-; can do nothing but eat gapples and punch walls . or tweet like a cute little burd and hope the feds let him out..

modern au phil ohhhh ! supervillain is a v cute imagine ! i always think of him in a modern au as a remote/shut in potato farmer with no internet and he has someone who Takes his potatoes to the market , he rarely goes himself . (do not ask me abt my reserve fitpac au bc it overlaps w my etoilesza farmer au and i . cant . start another story rn augh) but aaa !!! i ramble - absolutely out-there artisan phil ? love it . mb renaissance crafts phil . old ass printin press , mb forging ? but he 'got into it before it god trendy' ? leatherwork but he refuses to do like necklace thonging n shit , only makes pieces for obscure like , old farm tools or smth ! or tool handle wrapping , belt sheaths/tool belts . omg . hmhm so many options . never put him in the suburbs . goodness me . this man wil dig a tunnel system under the sewers just so he can do kickflips in peace

sprout u always make me pop off lmao ;3; thank you for the msg i loved it , i lov phil thoughts always

[tobuo]

hey so !!!! @mstalltale your point is really interesting and got me thinking so i wanted to add it on to this post. hope you don't mind! i still don't think they're going to bring him back as was, or at least, i'll be really disappointed if they do for the reasons i touched on in my original post, and a few more here, because i think it would cheapen the sacrifice BUT this whole bit of lore is really interesting and touches on a whooooole bunch of other lore i enjoy....... so now im speculating for fun tehehe

SPOILERS FOR OCHKANATLAN, 5.3 ARCHON QUEST & MAUVIKA'S STORY QUEST + SPECULATION ABOUT CAPITANO, XBALANQUE & THE PYRO SOVEREIGN UNDER THE CUT.

FIRSTLY im not sure his lack of face reveal means much. i think it was probably hoyo wanting to let the player know just how horrifying the curse is by explaining capitano as being eroded/rotted beyond recognition... but feeling it might be too graphic to show. but i could be wrong!

as for the crucifixion nails in his symbol, for me that kind of alludes to the fact that capitano died for someone else's sins. mauvika was the one who used the ruler of death's power, she was the one who committed that "sin" and whose life should have been forfeit as a result, but capitano took her place and i guess, in turn, resurrected the lord of the night/the night kingdom that wouldn't have survived if not??? maybe?? you could also say he died for all the other souls that were with him too, to grant them peace they otherwise wouldn't have been given

that said, i definitely think it's interesting that hoyo went the route of having his body remain rather than doing what they did with signora lol. i don't think you're wrong that it's intentional and i DO have a few different thoughts on this sjkdfhsdf. the first is what i believe is most likely, but your comment got me thinking about the others just for fun lol. either way tho, i don't see capitano coming back.... but thats just me

SPECULATION #1 - NATURE OF NIGHT KINGDOM

my main theory would be because the basis of the night kingdom is as a kind of..... liminal space for souls to exist? "between body and mind, life and death" in the words of the genshin wiki, so it makes sense that capitano's death was a spiritual one rather than a physical one, especially considering his curse and that he kinda merged with the lord of the night who rules over the night kingdom. mauvika also mentions that for those afflicted with the curse of immortality that being removed from the physical plane is a kind of peace... i cant remember/find her exact words here im sorry to me that implies that he, and other khaenri'ahns, can't physically die... but that their souls... can? or at least can transcend to some other place where they might escape the curse. if we then also assume this means the khaenri'ahn curse is a physical affliction it makes sense that his body would remain since ronova "upheld" the rules and the curse. that's the whole paradox and this is partly what makes me think he isn't going to be "resurrected". the whole point is that his curse/body/life force is what's sustaining the lord of the night.... him coming back.... would undo that..... his cursed body is the thing sustaining the lord of the night, so it has to remain there. THAT SAID i am definitely interested to know how much of capitano/thrain remains, if any, since he transferred his life force to the lord of the night. she says to mauvika not to seek traces of him... but does that mean his soul is gone completely? WHO KNOWS!!! i'm also SUPER interested to know what this situation will mean if the traveller/their sibling ends the curse of immortality too

SPECULATION #2 - VESSEL FOR XBALANQUE

this is a bit more out there skdjfhsdf but...... the crucifixion nails in his symbol.... which then leads to the idea of resurrection. BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE CAPITANO'S? there are a LOT of mentions of xbalanque, and he even "appears" in mauvika's story quest. temporarily. he himself says the body he appears in he's "only possessing [it] temporarily" and that the borrowed body is "a bit lacking when it comes to exercise, and hasn't really trained any aspect" but that he has "[his] own plans". AND WHO JUST HAPPENS TO HAVE A FREE BODY RIGHT NOW POTENTIALLY? PRIME REAL ESTATE. MY MAN IS EMPTY one of the main things we also know about xbalanque is that when he killed xiuhcoatl (the pyro sovereign), xbalanque was "revived from the flames". there's a lot of mentions throughout ochkanatlan especially about the everlasting flame of life/primal flame. when the traveller awakens to the pyro element, we even make offerings of burning flint which has a "fiery pulse" to capitano on the throne of primal fire. in ochkanatlan??? i know mauvika's story quest kind of presents it that this one day trip was xbalanque's reward for the "bet" he made with ronova and that he's not planning to return because he "gave" the rest of the "life force" ronova granted him to mauvika after their duel so its highly unlikely but......... the possibility is out there....... especially since, as you said, death isn't an absolute in natlan and the ode of resurrection does still exist in some capacity. maybe the throne of primal fire works as another kind of ode of resurrection??? i definitely think it's intentional that we offer those things to capitano's body/the throne. okay SO maybe i just want playable xbalanque because his lore is SO INTERESTING TO ME and he seems so funny but this is a fun theory all the same

SPECULATION #3 - VESSEL FOR PYRO SOVEREIGN/XIUHCOATL

even more out there...... but this speculation involves much of the same ideas as xbalanque being ressurcted using capitano. some ppl in natlan do think xiuhcoatl is still in the volcano, just in some kind of statis/hibernation or that a husk of him remains after xbalanque killed him but............. again........ if the primal flame/sacred flame/flame of everlasting life etc. has the power to resurrect....... who's to say it's not possible to reawaken the pyro sovereign this way..................... using the throne of primal fire....... ESPECIALLY SINCE THE ARCHON'S SEAT WHOSE POWER COMES FROM THE SOVEREIGNS IS THEIR "DIVINE THRONE".......... lol i don't think this one is super likely, i tend to lean more towards the idea that our little saurian companion will somehow be related to or become the vessel for the pyro sovereign (they are "the chosen of dragons" and have the "flamelord's blessing" after all) BUT we do know from neuvillette that the sovereigns can be reborn in human form............ and its just a fun theory to imagine lol

anyway if anyone has thoughts on this, i'd love to chat about it more!!!!!!

ppl complaining abt capitano ~dying~ like it isn't the most thematically appropriate end to his story. none of the actions we've ever seen from him have been for personal glory or gain. it's perfectly in keeping with who he is to sacrifice himself for a cause like this. it was his choice, on his terms, with the added poetic justice of spitting in the face of the very being who cursed him and all the other khaenri'ahns after suffering for hundreds of years.

like............. yeah it's sad that he's likely never gonna be playable, but honestly i think his storyline was so narratively satisfying and a really gorgeous, fitting end for a really interesting character

[theuniverseawakens347]

“ she cost me $25,000 for hair school and didn’t finish “

YOU THREW ME IN THE PAYCHWARD OCT 9 th I DID 6 months AND SHOWED UP EVERYDAY AFTER A YR AND CHANGE OF UNNECESSARY REHAB ( NO EMOTIONAL BREAK)

- 2 weeks home working in Torrance ca and driving to Calabasas to be with Tristan AND GOING TO WORK FIRAT THING IN THE MORNING FROM THERE OR HOME TO YOU THE NIGHT BEFORE

- SAME GET DOWN WHEN SCHOOL STARTED FROM MOD CITY LA TO SHERMAN OAKS SCHOOL TO CALABASSES MAYBE LATE 3 times WHEN I HELPED TRISTAN MOVE TO RANCHO … SCHOOL EVERY FUCKING DAY

- YOU GOT LIA AND DAE POSING AS ME AND OTHER MEXICAN KIDS WHO ARE MY COUSINS DOING TERRORIST THREATS BASICALLY AND MAKING ME LOOK RACIAT TO THE WHITE KIDS YOU LEE HATE FOR FAMILIES SUING YOU.

- YOU YOURSELF POSING AS A TEACHER W MY STUDENT ID TO HARASS OTHER TEACHERS AND PAY FOR STUDENTS TUITION OR EARLY GRAD LICENSE .. speed up their grad date BY THEM SACRIFICING ME AGAIN. SEP .. when did YOU LEAVE FOR UR VACAY TO THE EAST COAST BEFORE ME GOING IN OCT 9th - INDIA LOVE BUT ITS ME ANS ZJ AND EMAN “clarity besties” PARTAKING W LAINEY AND LINDSAY AND EMMA. in the house YOU STARTED ON EMAN THEN TURNED to KILLING ME.

- UR OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER! - THANKS BAYLEE FOR KILLING ME ON THE HIKE - DRUGS IN MY FOOD “Baylee did her own thing w penny” YOU FUCKING DICK WADS.

And Yal just watched “she’s telepathic she just knows things” NO IM NUMB LIKE LEE WANTED TIMOTHY PELYKO SO GARRAT CUD KILL ME FOR GOOD HOMELESS - NIPSEY SHOOTING GRANNY FLORANCE AND LAWANDA HOSPITALS - ALEXIS DRUGGING BEFORE SHOOTING .. 🫤🖕

ANYWAYS SINCE IM A BAD DEGREELESS STUDENT BITCH I GOT 9-13 HAIR CERTIFICATE WHILE BEING HOMELESS .. TRIED GETTING A SALON JOB AT BASIC LEVEL TO MAKE MONEY WHILE HOMELESS AND YO BITCH ASS REALLY THREATENED TO KILL THE SALONS BUSINESS IF THEY HIRED ME .. and paid em extra to report me crazy for even going on a interview… BEFORE I GOT THERE BUT YAL TOLD ME TO GO THERE

🫤🙂🖕

- YOU DONT WANT TO ACTUALLY HELP ME YOU JUST SAYING NICE THINGS TO MY FACE AND IN FRONT OF HOWARD LEE BUT MOSTLY THE OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS “ my friend in New York makes hair wigs for cancer patients call him” - NO I DONT WANT TO MAKE WIGS FOR CANCWR PATIENTS RIGHT NOW AND I HAVE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ROUTE IM GOING W WIG MAKING … ALSO ITS UR RECOMMENDATION THEY NEVER WORKED FOR ME

- “you should volunteer FREE hair cuts at ARC I’m on the board there I’ll talk to pat casino night is soon we’re planning it “ - OKAY COOL I CAN GET MY SCISSOR OVER COMB PRACTICE IN MEN CUTS - LEE NEVER PUT IN A WORD FOR ME .. JAN 2024. U care more about Ronnie n Nateana than me and Francis - WHY!? And Rachel GARLINGTON but it’s marry posing as Rachel. JOHN EVERYDAY I SEE WHY YOU HATE LIVING W LEE AS A KID // HER VISITING. - JULAN. MURDER.

“Cashay and Howard tell my mom we’ll take Amy just so she had a peaceful passing * fake cries* “ me and Howard “nigga what!?” - “it’s not real I just want gammy to pass peacefully without worry about Amy” Howard “Lee that doesn’t sound right” - Lee “Howard I just want my mom comfortable when dying and NOT stressed about Amy it’s not going to happen” - weird bc family dinner 3 days - week later “okay guys Amy’s moving in with us” - me and Howard “U SAID WE WERE JUST SAYING IT TO MAKE GAMMY COMFY” - Lee afraid to see her family she kilt and look John in the eyes - WHYD I SEE A WHITE HAIR SHORT BOB JANE WHEN I WAS WALKING W GARRET AND HE GOES “she looks familiar” HOW AND WHY TF HE KNOW JANE!? - fancy apartments by Ralph’s … 🙂🫤🖕

- Howard “try the pantages” - NO ITS A 9-5 COSTUME N HAIR YES ME LOVE BUT NOT IN A WORK AESTHETIC I WANT TO WORK FROM HOME WHERE IM COMFORTABLE TO DO MY FUCKING BEST - PAUL MITCHELL 4 IN ONE MENS CUT “cashay why are you always the first one done” - idk bro i found a short cut - I KNOW HOW TO CHALLENGE MYSELF WITHOUT GETTING IN TROUBLE - QUICK LEARNER.

OOOOH MISSS LEE.. why IS GARRET NOT HIS REAL NAME … UR FUCKING COUSIN!? - JANE LIVES IN LA NOW BETWEEN THE LIB N RALPHS N HE ATAYS W HER!?? That’s weird .. what’s the ocean blue n white apartments ( Avalon Ava fancy BIG LOUNGE LOBBY) .. north side going east .. hay ralphs … she didn’t say hi to me but he did try n fuck you to confuse me “she look familiar “ .. really ass hore WHY WUD YOU KNOW LEE SISTER BUT I AINT NEVER SEEN YOU - KNOCK OFF BEN AND I KNOW THIS CUNT NEXT TO ME BOTHERING ME EVERY DAY IS NOT BEN BUT SSI WHOS THAT GARRET - BEN!?

🙂🫤🖕

Jane nice wallet going to Ralph’s you cud have offered me food cunt as bitch - SHUT UP FOR NO REASON WHEN I WAS 11 “Lee control ur daughter she has a loose mouth” - AWKWARD JOHNS THOTS BOUT YOU COMING OUT MY MOUTH AND I ONLY MET YOU ONCE - GOOD LUCK IN HELLS PRISON DICK WDS.

LEE WHY YOU GOT ME ON PAPER AT THESE APARTMENTS AND MY CAR REGISTERED TO IT - JANE GOT BLUE PRIUS TOO NEWER COLOR OLDER TR LIES ON PAPER - “cashay let’s do insurance fraud on the porch ON CAMERA N HOWARDS CREDIT CARD NAME OFF THE WHITE HOUSE .. so I can steal UR REGISTRATION AND PUT JANES ON FILE” - OOPS I DIS CRIMINAL ACTIVITY WRONG HOPEFULLY THEY WONT CATCH ME THE WHITE LADY BUT INSTEAD YOU LR JANE FOR MAKING TAKING AMY FROM THE EAST COAST HARDER THAN IT NEEDED TO BE - CAITLIN NUGENT PAY OFF SHHH MONEY FOR WALKING IN WHILE PULLING THE PLUG 🙂🖕

[fluffyseal322]

(continued) her person was unrelieable. I still love her because i know if she wasnt being held back by the person she loves, i know her true potential will be something greater. she already is an amazing person alone, when it's just me and her. but anyways. we all finally escaped the building. "FUCK YOU" one called out. and jimmy followed up on it and said something unnecessary too. They walked away. they felt nothing. i walked back. i wanted to talk to the homeless. i was curious. curiosity is a dangerous thing, but also a great thing if it comes with carefullness. I turned around, jimmy and his friend came back for me. They walked towards me and i was thinking "oh lord. how else am i supposed to be vulnerable speaking to this homeless man without people thinking im weird. but i dont remember what i said when they walked up to me but i do remember speaking about the unnecessary comments. I said "you should apologize." and they did without hesitation. Men apologizing like this? ive never seen it before. it was so genuine too. Our front from the previous stance we had inside the building he said something along the lines of "im sorry, i hope we didnt scare you. I was just scared. You can have the building to yourself now, its peaceful in there. I hope you have a good night." I can tell it came from the heart. I walked up to him and asked. "dont you feel better after that?" he responded with, "i feel the same." i was surprised. i shrugged it off, its not a big deal i was curious if he felt something, but i guess he didnt. i hoped he did though. nonetheless, he has a good heart. I went to jimmy, "did you notice something about that situation?" he responed with something i wasnt interested in. it wasnt the answer i was looking for so i tuned it out. i didnt understand a word. something about we handled that pretty good? yea, i agree. even if we didnt do my plan, the mind of a man led to a much more safer route for me and the rest of the group in case of danger. :) I called them idiots but i take it back. i know humans are misunderstood but because they are misunderstood, its better to be safe than sorry. We all decided to split ways. All of our phones are pretty much dead are about to die. The 3 guys needed an uber, so i waited with them, we talked. the two other guys talked, and then it was me and jimmy. i saw his box of cigs. i picked it up and questioned him about it. why did you start smoking? how did you get introduced to it? why dont you stop? something that he said that stood out to me and that i whole heartedly agree on... "many people have something they use to cope. compared to what i used to do, shoot up and all that stuff. (he grabs the box of cigs out of my hand) this is what keeps me going through my day." he opens the box of cigs and told me to flip one of them over. i asked why, i didnt understand the purpose. he explained to me that would mean it would be his lucky cig and that everytime he opens the box he'll remember me. i didn't understand his reasoning or where it came from, i couldn't relate but i could guess that he has some sort of positive connection with cigs and that one cigarette would give him some sort of sentimental value as he smokes it and remembers me. That is EXTREMELY thoughtful and i truly felt that in my heart. human connection can be so nice. so real.... so unique.

Their uber showed up. one of the guys said "we need to grab our stuff from your car." we all walked towards the car. me talking to jimmy, "you know you littered earlier." he didnt remember what he threw on the floor but i do. i picked it up. it was a beer can. i hated him for that. how insensitive. i remember i put in in my car. "and we just had a talk about how the earth is dying and you knew that. it's like you knew it and you still did it anyways." he responded with something along the lines of "im a loser." i opened the car. put all the cans in the box i found. i walked up to him before he got into his uber ride. i held out the box full of beer cans in front of him. he reached out and grabbed it but before i let it go. i said "put this in the RECYCLING bin." he almost cut me off as if he understood, expecting me to say "trash." no, he needs to redeem himself. not only to me, and how much i was disgusted by the behavior but to himself. he automatically becomes a better person if he recycles it. if it doesn't make it to the recycling bin, thats okay. as long as he attempted to, that is a good start. "i'll send you a video of it too" he said as he walked to the car. That was the end of my night. how luck i was to experience this. I thank my god, my lifenity, and the universe for giving me this one in a lifetime opportunity.